, something he does so well, stealing the show. this timefromkellyclarkson. thishas gone viral. people are tweeting and attaching their own punchlines. you can just imagine what some of those lines may be. >> he's just trying to get a good look at kelly. then a photo bomb from the first lady's brother. craig robinson. you can see him popping his head out from behind the president. >> and leave it to teenagers, malia obama gets in front of her sister and a professional photographer during a tender moment between her parents. that's one of those moments that makes them so regular folk. >> and new york senator chuck schumer likes the camera, that's for sure. so he wasn't about to be left out. so here he is during beyonce's "star spangled banner" with a great big grin. >> he looks very, very happy. most of those men look happy when beyonce walked out. >> i'm video bombing you. >> you're video bombing me on your last day? did you do anything, you know, scandalous? >> when? >> just now? did you do anything fun in that photo bomb? >> no. you can look at tape. we just don't want you to stand u

. more in a moment. we'll listentokellyclarkson. ♪♪ my country 'tis of thee ♪ sweet land of liberty of thee i sing ♪ ♪ land where my fathers died land of the pilgrims' pride from every mountainside let freedom ring ♪ ♪ let music fell the and ring for all the trees ♪ ♪ let mortal come to awake let our every take let rocks and silence break the sounds along ♪ ♪ my fathers got to be author of liberty ♪ ♪ to thee we sing ♪ let the land be bright with freedom's holy light ♪ ♪ protect us and above praise god our king ♪ >> wow. our next distinguished guest is the poeest richard blanco, who will share with us words he has composed for this occasion. >> mr. president, mr. vice president, america, one today. one sun rose on us today, kindled over our shores, peaking over the smokes, greeting over the faces of the great lakes, spreading a simple truth across the great plains and charging across the rockies. one light waking up rooftops. under each one a story told by our silent gestures moving across windows. my faith, my face, your face, millions of faces in mornin